The (Second) Unpopping of Teatime ((open RP!))

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Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter is a very curious sensation. Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter for the second time in one's life is stranger still.

After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, Jonathan Teatime looked around the vaguely familiar, butter-scented room he found himself in. There was little in said room beyond giant kernels of popcorn in even larger glass boxes, but Teatime had seen far stranger things on the bottom of his shoe (often after taking a walk around the Unseen University). Nothing so terribly odd about over-sized seeds.

What was odd was that he remembered being here before, and remembered remembering as well.

There was a strange sort of layering of memories tucked neatly away in the popcorn maze of his mind, foggy then distant then crystal clear as he rifled back through them. There were... shards, flickers of a name just out of reach and the taste of cherries. Then little more than impressions, tiny blips of an office and of plans and that name again, why couldn't he remember that name?  Then there was a sword through his chest and that, that he remembered clearly.

Teatime wiped the worst of the butter off of his clothes. Staying put wasn't going to make any of this clearer, and those giant kernels did not interest him. He slipped on a smile and out of the room, choosing a direction at random to begin wandering.